After all was said and done, I didn’t waste any more ti.
I took off my clothes as well and tossed them onto the marble floor, standing bare in front of her, with the two of us now wearing nothing.
She smiled dangerously as she saw , licking her lips in satisfaction as I finally got over my pettiness.
"Was that so hard now?"
"You cheated, but I don’t care anymore."
Evelina gasped, her back arching as I entered her in one smooth, deep thrust.
"Ohhh fuck, Cael..."
Her legs wrapped around tight, drawing closer, her tight walls clenching and pulsing around my shaft like so velvet vice designed to own . Every slow, deliberate movent of mine was answered with shivers and little ragged moans that set my cock on fire.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"You’re the one who gave a succubus as a gift..."
Evelina laughed, spurring my movent even more.
I continued my slow, sensual thrusts, grinding my hips against hers, letting her feel every thick inch of my cock as it stretched and filled her so perfectly.
Evelina’s moans grew louder, more passionate, spurring on.
"Yes, oh god yes... faster, Cael."
She panted, her nails raking down my back, leaving red welts in their wake. I complied, picking up the pace, slamming my cock into her with more force, more hunger.
Nothing about our movents or words was soft; it was rough, hard, and passionate, exactly what she expected when she was forced to use her pheromones.
Her nails dug into my skin, hard enough to leave red tracks that would burn later, but neither of us gave a damn. Every gasp, every shiver, every wet slide of her body against mine just cranked everything higher.
"You’re... relentless," she breathed, her voice shaking, half‑moan, half‑complaint.
"And you..."
I murmured, pressing in tighter, my hands everywhere—grabbing, squeezing, learning her all over again.
"This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for."
The room reacted with us, divine and demonic magic humming and pulsing like it could feel what we were doing. Curtains twitched, cushions dipped and shifted under our weight, and the thick, hot scent of her arousal filled the air.
Her back arched, shoving her body harder against mine, chasing every thrust, every grind with the sa filthy need. Every roll of her hips, every slick rub and gush of her pussy, every trembling breath was its own dirty conversation.
I bent over her, dragging my mouth along her jaw, down her throat, over the curve of her shoulder. She moaned, tilting her head to give more, basically begging to keep going, to finally take what we’d both been holding back for way too long.
Her fingers locked in my hair, yanking down, making sure I felt just how badly she wanted this, how badly she wanted .
I stopped pretending I had any control left and pushed into her rhythm, matching the roughness, the need, the shaless pace she set.
"Cael..." she gasped, my na tearing out of her, wrecked and burning with pure need.
[Hell Shift]
FWOOSH!
The positions flipped; she was riding now, hips slamming down, bouncing into her tight cunt with reckless abandon, with pupils dilated into hearts, matching mine.
"This is your fault, y’know?"
She chuckled, continuing to ride as the bed below us slowly shifted and warped.
It was obvious she was having a hard ti maintaining the surroundings with divine magic while she was all pent-up like this.
Her pheromones affected .
While my magic affected her.
Neither of us could think clearly.
Her hips pressed harder against mine, a desperate rhythm that mirrored the fire in her eyes. I gripped her waist, feeling the shiver that ran down her spine with every press, every drag of our bodies together.
"You’ve gone completely insane," I snickered, voice rough from need, chest heaving.
She laughed, breathless, a low, sultry sound.
"Look who’s talking."
"You got there... ngh~."
Her hands slid down my back, nails digging into the curve of my spine, pulling closer.
"You’ve pushed to the edge too many tis, y’know? First by inviting another girl without letting know, then letting watch you get hurt... You have a debt to pay."
I let out a laugh, harsh and ragged, pressing my forehead to hers.
"I know that already."
Her tail curled tight around my leg, almost like it was trying to pull further into her. Every movent, every touch, scread surrender and claim.
"Then take . Take everything. Rember that you’re mine now, so obey ~" she giggled, eyes dark, pupils blown wide, the succubus aura roaring around her like a living thing.
I didn’t hesitate. My hands road freely, morizing the heat of her body as I matched the urgency of her hips with my thrusts, letting go of every shred of teasing, restraint, and pretense. The room responded with a pulse, divine and demonic magic intertwining, bending the air, the cushions, the curtains around us.
Her moans ripped from her throat, a chorus of need and delight, dragging further, making it impossible to hold back.
"Faster... harder..." she gasped, grinding down with abandon. "This isn’t enough...!"
She was really going at it, and even I was starting to think I’m out of my depth here.
She was going to show what actual need and obsession are, how a villainess claims what’s hers.
"Y-Yes! Just like that!" she cried, hips bucking into mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging, guiding, desperate to anchor herself to .
[Demonic Shift]
The chamber pulsed violently, the magical residue of both our powers reacting, reshaping the space around us in response to our frenzy. Cushions dipped, the bed curved, and the curtains swirled.
From a room that looked like it still had the slightest amount of dignity, had now turned into sothing that was truly ant for sin.
Her voice dropped to a rough, needy whisper. "I’m losing control... Cael, I can’t—"
"Then don’t," I muttered, pressing myself fully into her, letting every inch of my need and desire pour into each thrust, each touch.
"I want to see this side of you..."
She shivered, nails clawing my shoulders as she ground herself fully onto , letting herself fall completely into the storm of desire.
"Ngh... don’t tell I didn’t warn you." She laughed dangerously, her skin starting to morph.
From her pale, beautiful white into sothing else... violet and red, the hue of a succubus.
[Full Demonic Transformation]
Her hands clutched at my chest as I held her close, pressing my lips to hers in a fierce, unrelenting kiss.
"You’re mine," I whispered between gasps, the words vibrating against her skin.
"And you’re mine," she shot back, voice rough, determined, desperate. Her body rolled against mine, pushing, pulling, demanding, giving everything she had, everything we both had been holding back for far too long.
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